Poems And Rhymes Of Our Times

Copyright 2014 by Brian Cecil

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Megan Cassavoy

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Dedications

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Special Thanks

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I’d like to take this opportunity to dedicate this work to all of my family members who have encouraged me in my writings.

I’d also like to give out a special thanks to all those at ‘The Den Of Amateur Writing’ whose friendship and critiques were most helpful.

Thank you,

Routh: From Canada. Founder and developer of the writing web site.

Astarte: Greece

Mzhyper: Canada

MissDartit: Norway

Flickeringfairy: USA

Madhatter: USA

Jitterbug: Australia

Nexeus: USA

Rob Kosy: England

Don Roble: USA

Common: Australia

And many, many more.

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Table Of Content

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Pirate60’s

Poems And Rhymes

Brian Cecil

Copy Right Page

Dedication Page

Table Of Content

A Child Out Of Time

A Child’s Rhyme For Bed Time

A Cracked Case Solved

A Cry For Help

A Dear Jane Letter

A Different Lost

A Flight Of Fantasy

A Fish Tail

A Gnome Rhyme

A Good Knight’s Sleep

A Halloween Bash

A Legion Of Myth, Hercules By Name

A Path In A Book

A Pirate Drinking Song

A Rhyme Of The Vine

A Rhyme of Un’s

A Rugged Man

A Solder’s Poem To His Girl

A Spiritual Thought

A Spring Shower

A Tale

A Ticket to my life

A Walk In The Park

A Willing Prisoner Of Love

A Wino's Parody

A Winter’s Pause

An Irish Poem Of Lore 1

An Irish Poem Of Lore 2

An MZ poem

At The Den

Baseball or Blasphemy

Beer

Blind Eyes Deaf Ears

Bo Diddle’s Carnival

Broccoli And Cake

Bumble, Bumble, Toil And Tumble

Butterflies

Candy, Honey And Whipped Cream

Captain Ahab’s Curse

Caught

Circle Of Life

Cookies and a Mothers Love

Dance of the Daisies

Daughter of Neptune: Kiss the Mermaid

Dear

Death

Don’t Piss On My Tree

Dumb Ol' Frog

Eighteen Lines Of The Common Cold

Feeling The Music

Finding Love

For Friendship or Love

For Honor, For Pride, For Freedom

Fright Night

Fun Times in the Chat Room

G vs E

Genesis Part 1: Eyes In The Mist

Go Ask Alice

Godzilla

Going Up, Going Down

Great White Spirit

Gumballs

History But Not Quite The Way It Was

Hitch'n To America

I Am Frankenstein

I Am Not A Machine

I, Shadow

If Only We Tried

In The Jungle

In The Shoes Of Another

In The Silence I Wait

It Happened At The Movies

It Was The Night Befor Christmas And Down The Hall

It's Fun To Be Afraid

Journey By Your Side

Journey to Mordor

Just Plain Fun

King Kong

Kite

Kitty Cat And Mr. Rat

Let’s Play Pirates

Let’s Swing

Little Ninja

Little Rainbow

Lollipop, Lollipop

Masked

Me AndYou, Lisa And Sue

Me Tale Song

Memories Lost

Memories Of Christmas Past

Memories Of Our Creek

Merry-Go-Round

Mike

Mother

My Bike and Me

My Friend Georgie

My Gaga Girl

My Mountian

My Mountian Top

My Sweet Revenge

Never More

Night Of The Undead

Not So Famous Last Words From Nursery Rhymes You Never Knew Were Said

Ode To A Beautiful Butt

Ode To The Book

Old No. 666

Pieces Of Eights

Political Justice In A Biblical Sense

Pondering

Remember

Remember The Bubbles

Rickety Cricket

Rocci Raccoon

Rocket Boy

Rocket Car

Rub-A-Dub Bubbly Tub

Rub-A-dub-Dub Pirate In A Tub

Sandman My Rewrite

Saying Goodbye

Shadow Of Mine

She's The One

Sounds of the Cord

Stand Tall

Super Bowl Sunday

SURPRISE

Tea Time At The Table

The Band

The Best Of Friends

The Bestess Mom

The Call of the Nightingale

The Christmas Bargain

The Circus

The Four Seasons

The Game

The Game of Love

The Invisable Man

The Jam

The Journey

The Letter

The Mary Jane

The Meadow

The Mirror

The Oak

The Offer

The Pick Up

The Plan

The Rat And The Cat

The Sea

The Spanking

The Storm

The Traveler

The Valley

The Wish

They Say There Is No Santa Claus

Thomas Cat Loo

Those Piercing Blue Eyes

Through The Eyes Of A Child

Tic Tock There Goes The Clocks

Tidal Wave

To Be A Friend

To Granny’s

Toad And Snake

Tough As Nails

Trike Tike

Twinkle, Twinkle, In My Eyes

Valentine Girl

Watch The Spider

Way Cool Dude

What It Means To Be A Dad

Where Freedom Lurks

Why

Wronged Woman

Yet Another Gushy Love Poem

You Want To Go Camping

Your Birthday Presen

Yo-Yo

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Megan’s Poems

A Poem

Battle Within

Betrayal

Change

Crazed

Cross Roads

Curve ball

Depression

For You

Her

Him And Me

Let's Dance

Lust For Revenge

My Sweet Revenge

No Name

One

One, Two, Three

One Wish

Only Human

Pain

Poor Soul's

Pretending

Psychopath

Sassy the Spaz (a cat)

Sing, Dance, Love

Sweet Summer

Tears Of The Heart

This Pain Inside

Toxic To Love

We Are One

What Are We

What Do I Do

Who, When, Where

Biography Page

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A Child Out Of Time

(From the Jack and the Giant P. I. series: The 3 Fate’s)

It was the night before Christmas, we all know the line.

But in one girls home, not all was fine.

Her name was Annette, an Immortal you see.

Her job as her sisters to weave what would be.

It was emotions that she should not have had,

Yet in the back of her mind she really was glad.

Centuries past centuries, she weaved lovers a dream.

Of this too she wanted, so she started to scheme.

It was Arthur, she’d been watching, a mortal and man.

She wanted his love, so she made up a plan.

To visit him while he slept in rest,

To hold him, kiss him, that was her quest.

What happened next, even the Fate’s did not know,

For true love took them, and set them aglow.

Passionate fires, did rage in their loin.

Two shall be one, these lovers did join.

An error of romance, this some would say.

A mistake of the Fate’s on this fine Winters day.

They did what they did, as lovers often will.

All was quiet on that night, all was very still.

Their baby was born without a life span.

She was never intended, as part of the plan.

So a curse was then placed, to mend the tear.

And save all of time, Universe’s despair.

Three hundred and seventeen years, time took to heal.

With the help of two hero’s, they were part of the deal.

Jack and Tiny, they were called by name.

They saved an infant, as part of their fame.

On this day you can rest, upon pillow and bed.

Of devils and demons, those have all fled.

Destruction was averted, and chaos you see.

Of Jack and the Giant, a young girls life was set free.

All is now quiet, all is now good.

So sleep soundly my children, as I know you should.

The future is out there, for those who care.

Like a song on a trumpet, floating sofetly in the air.

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A Childs’s Rhyme For Bedtime

Its nappy time, so here my rhyme.

I want to go to bed.

With eyes half closed, I’d like to doze.

And rest my weary head.

Moms kiss to me, of that I see.

To ward away my fright.

I think mom knows; I love her so.

Sweet dreams for me tonight.

I’ve no sin, God tuck me in.

The sandman will guide my way.

My day is done; I’ve had my fun.

It’s time to rest this day.

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A Cracked Case Solved

(A Rocci Raccoon File)

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,

But was his fall an accident at all?

It was said in hushed whispers, there was something that stunk,

But that turned out to be Pepe La Pew; La Pew was a skunk.

A howl too was heard, just moments before,

Followed by the bang, of a slamming door.

The police searched the crime scene, gathering evidence and clues.

When asked about suspects, they gave out no news.

Humpty was in the hospital, under intensive care.

His shell cracked open; his yoke lay bare.

Doctor Doolittle work tirelessly, well into the night.

He wrapped Humpty with Duct tape. What a pitiful looking sight.

Yet the tape seemed to help and Humpty opened his eyes.

The Big egg’s recovery, a complete surprise.

The police question Mr. Dumpty, Can you tell us your tale?

I think it was Jack and Jill, he said, for I was hit with their pail.

Stunned were the police, for they knew Jack and Jill.

They assumed they were at home, or maybe up the hill.

Unconscious and tied up, both were found around noon.

In the grass on the hill were a dish and a spoon.

Their pail, it was missing, of that we all know.

Having been used on Humpty’s head, striking a great blow.

The kids were thus questioned. What happened to you two?

It was some boy. They guessed unsure. Maybe Little Boy Blue.

Boy Blue, the cops found, in his room playing his horn.

Earlier he’d been with The Three Little Pigs eating corn.

The detective in charge, his name, Rocci Raccoon,

Considered all the evidence, like The Dish and The Spoon.

Hmm, he then wondered. Was that sound heard a howl?

Or, had it been a fake howl? A fake howl from a cow?

The kids had an alibi. They were both squarely tied up.

Boy Blue wasn’t at fault. He was with three pigs having Supp’.

Back to Humpty, Rocci went. Are you sure who you saw?

Well, maybe not exactly, for I’d taken a great fall.

Tell me more, prodded the raccoon. Anything that you can.

I saw two shapes, said the egg. One holding a ham, the other a pan."

So who, Rocci pondered. Who likes eggs with their ham?

He could only think of one. That was Sam I Am.

An APB was put out, and our Sam was thus found.

He was caught with a Laughing Little Dog, sitting by, on the ground.

It seems he had an accomplice, for there too was The Cow.

With nineteen boxes of Moon Pies, the cow more like a sow.

Why’d you do it? asked Rocci. Try to pull off your scam.

Sam sadly replied, Because I like eggs with my ham.

The moral of this story… Well, I can’t think of one.

This rhyme seems to be over. Yes, I think it is now done.

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A Cry For Help

(Another poem by Mzhyper and Pirate60)

I live in a void. Surrounded by many, yet no one is there.

No one sees my tears; no one hears my shouts.

How can one understand that which they cannot grasp?

Do you hear voices when no one is there?

Voices not your own yet inside you.

Voices as individual as one person is to another.

Voices that vie for control; control over me, over who I am.

You cannot conceive the struggle I go though each day.

A struggle with no pauses, no rest.

A struggle 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

Can you fathom a world of constant torment?

Where thoughts of giving up is very real.

I ask you; would you jump in to the sea to save a drowning person?

If your life may very well be forfeited, would you do so anyways?

That is me, I am he who is drowning; will you try to help me?

To stay sane is like a battle that whole armies are not prepared to fight.

So how can I win alone?

Help me, understand me, be by me and care.

Do whatever you can, for I am lost without you.

I am lost now.

Lost…

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A Dear Jane Letter

Dear (Jane)…, to my horror were the first words I read.

It was the line that hit hardest, my heart it did dread.

I love you so much, it went on to lie,

The hurt magnified, I wished I would die.

On I read, while the room spun around,

My tears in a tissue, dropped onto the ground.

But I met someone else, we hit it off well.

The words there in ink had broken his spell.

His mask fell away to reveal the beast,

Its teeth ripping flesh, my heart it did feast.

A rose in my vase had started to wilt,

My heart turned as ice, a wall there was built.

I ripped up the